"You could be my assistant!" the jolly lady exclaimed.
"And what would that involve?" I asked. I had friends whose "apprenticeship" involved spending time in their master's or mistress's bedroom. That sounded like fun, and the woman certainly was attractive, but I rather had ambitions for being more than just a bed toy.
"Well, you would keep my appointment calendar in order, and ensure I get to where I need to go, and organize my studio and supplies, and suchlike."
"Oh." On the other hand, maybe being a bed toy wasn't that bad after all.
She seemed to sense my dubiousness. "And of course you would accompany me to my sessions."
Now that sounded more like it! I was a pretty good artist, but I aspired to being a great one. And Lysistrata was the greatest of all time, in my youthful-but-considered opinion. Not that the rest of the world agreed with me, not yet anyway. Sooner or later, though, they had to see the light!
"That would mean a good bit of travel however" she continued.
Even better! Travel to wondrous and weird and interesting places! "What would I be doing, exactly, as I accompany you to those sessions?" I asked. Visions of scouting locations, and tracking down favored haunts of the locals, and arranging models filled my head.
"Why, you would hold my umbrella, of course!"
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